Editor’s Note: Our offices are closed for Thanksgiving Day. Please enjoy this classic essay from 1999.

PARIS – I turned to my trusty assistant… Beirne White… this morning.

“Beirne,” I said gravely, “tell me about Thanksgiving in Mississippi.”

Beirne proceeded to tell me about a Mississippi bluesman named “Son” House, who lived to be 102 by doing what bluesmen tended to do… chasing bad luck, bad liquor, and bad women.

“What has that to do with Thanksgiving?”

“Nothing,” he replied… whereupon he drew on the resources generously provided by Britannica.com, formerly of Chicago, lately of cyberspace, to get me the research I requested.

In a country where roots meant almost nothing, where people were ready to pick up and move at the drop of a hat… Thanksgiving served to provide a unified, national myth…

Beirne hails from Mississippi. And while Mississippians will sit down with the rest of the nation… and tuck into their turkeys with equal relish… perhaps only substituting bourbon pecan pie for the sweet potato or pumpkin pie enjoyed in Maryland… it was not always so.

Somewhere deep in the most primitive part of his medulla oblongata, the part of the brain where race memories are stored, Beirne resists Thanksgiving. It is, after all, a Yankee holiday.

In the middle of the War Between the States, both sides would proclaim days of “thanksgiving,” following the progress of the war as we now follow the progress of the stock market. After each of the first and second battles of Bull Run – which sent the Yankees fleeing back to Washington – the Confederates proclaimed days of thanksgiving.

But it was Lincoln’s day that stuck. Declared after the battle of Gettysburg – the last great Napoleonic charge of military history – Thanksgiving was set for the third Thursday in the month of November, commemorating the Northern victory.

Beirne doesn’t say so… but this fact must stick in his craw. It doesn’t help that the original celebration took place in Massachusetts. And that it was hosted by a dour bunch of Puritans, who probably wouldn’t have been able to enjoy a good dinner if their lives depended on it. But they certainly had a lot to be thankful for.

As  The Wall Street Journal reminds us annually, they nearly exterminated themselves in typical Yankee fashion – by wanting to boss each other around. They had arrived in Massachusetts by accident and bad seamanship, intending to settle in the more hospitable climate of Virginia, which had been colonized more than 10 years before.

Once in Massachusetts, they proceeded to set up such a miserable community that surely most of them, had they lived, would have longed to return to England.

The Soviets could have learned from their example and spared themselves 70 years of misery. Only after the “witch-burners and infant-damners” abandoned their communal form of organization and allowed people to work for themselves did the colony have a prayer of survival.

But victors write the history books. And now, this precarious celebration by a feeble group of religious zealots has turned into the most American holiday. After Appomattox, the South was helpless. Its natural leaders, the plantation aristocrats, were either dead, bankrupted, and/or discredited.

Many of them went to Northern cities, like New York or Baltimore, where, Mencken tells us, they “arrived with no baggage, save good manners and empty bellies.” They enriched the North.

But back home, they were sorely missed. “First the carpetbaggers,” says Mencken, “ravaged the land… and then it fell into the hands of the native white trash…” Scars of war can take a long time to heal. But 130 years later, the South is the most economically and culturally robust part of the nation.

Thanksgiving was declared a national holiday in 1931. Through the Depression and then WWII, Thanksgiving grew in importance. In a country where roots meant almost nothing, where people were ready to pick up and move at the drop of a hat, where there were huge differences in what people thought and how they lived, Thanksgiving served to provide a unified, national myth… most popularly expressed in Norman Rockwell’s Thanksgiving cover for The Saturday Evening Post. Roots mean more in Mississippi than they do in California.

“No man is himself,” said Oxford, Mississippi’s, most celebrated alcoholic. “He is the sum of his past.” Unlike so many other American writers of the 20th century, Faulkner stayed home.

The foreword to the Encyclopedia of Southern Culture has a passage from Faulkner saying, “Tell about the South. What’s it like there. What do they do there. Why do they live there. Why do they live at all.”

Even in Faulkner’s Mississippi… Thanksgiving is now part of everyone. Where Beirne goes… it goes, too. And so, all over the world, Americans, gathering in small groups like pilgrims on distant shores, celebrate the holiday (if not on the actual day… perhaps the weekend following… as we will do).

This can require a little ingenuity. Americans in France have to search for the ingredients. Pumpkins are hard to pronounce – citrouilles – and hard to find. Cranberry sauce is unknown.

But my mother discovered a store in Paris specializing in American groceries, named The Real McCoy. She hastened thither yesterday and brought back canned pumpkin, cranberry sauce, and peanut butter.

Thanks to this outpost of American culinary supplies, we will be able to have a very typical Thanksgiving dinner when we slide our chairs up to the table on Sunday. Art Buchwald has translated the Thanksgiving story for the French, deftly turning Captain Miles Standish into Le Capitaine Kilometres Deboutish.

But no one has refashioned American Thanksgiving recipes for the metric measuring cups here in France. My wife, Elizabeth, descendant of the Puritan fathers… former resident of New York… a Yankee, in other words… and my mother – issuing from southern Maryland tobacco farmers and the French bourgeoisie – will do their best.

And we will be thankful.




Tech Insight

Jeff Brown, Editor, Exponential Tech Investor

The asteroid mining business just got very interesting…

In November of 2015, the U.S. government signed into law the SPACE Act of 2015.  As a result, Washington provided a major boon for two revolutionary companies I’m passionate about.

Planetary Resources and Deep Space Industries are building the technology and infrastructure to mine metals and water from asteroids. The new law means they get to keep whatever they mine.

Before we get there, though, billions of dollars of investment will be required. That’s why the new act is so important.

Before its passage, it was not clear that companies would own whatever materials they mined. But now that that’s cleared up, the payoff could be unimaginable.

Consider this: A single 500-meter asteroid can contain more platinum-group metals than what’s ever been mined in human history.

Imagine one “space rock” being worth more than $1 trillion. Now you see why there is so much interest in building this new industry.

Asteroid mining will become a multitrillion-dollar industry… and many billionaires will be made as a result.

Artist rendering of Deep Space Industries’ mining operation
Source: Deep Space Industries

Recent discoveries from unmanned space exploration in our solar system have stimulated new interest in manned missions to the moon, Mars, and beyond.

One of the biggest obstacles to manned space travel is water. It is heavy. So it is extremely expensive to transport from Earth into orbit.

Water is necessary for human life. But it can also be processed into hydrogen for rocket fuel.

“C-type” asteroids are rich in water and will be targeted for mining water. This will dramatically lower the cost of getting spaceships into Earth’s orbit.

Due to the massive amounts of capital required to build the kind of equipment needed to mine in space, these fledgling companies will almost certainly access the public markets via stock offerings to raise capital.

Not only will this create incredible investment opportunities for tech investors, it will allow us all to take part in the future of space exploration.

Jeff Brown

Editor’s Note: According to Jeff, we’re entering a brand-new era of financial technology… and Jeff believes investing in the right companies today will deliver unimaginable gains over the next few years. To learn more about Jeff’s strategy for picking potential 10-baggers, click here.

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